Nothing More Than Neighbors || Stydia [COMPLETED]

Chapter 17: Oh, God Why

The light shone down on me as I opened my eyes. My head pounded, like there was a mini guy in there with a jackhammer trying to break through my skull. I groaned as I looked around my room, then looking down to reveal I was still in the same clothes as last night. I clutched my stomach as I got up and raced to my bathroom, just in time to throw up everything in my stomach. I checked my clock to reveal we had only been home for 5 hours and it was 9 am. I groaned as I looked into my mirror and knew I had to take a shower and hoped it wouldn't be too loud. I turned it on and gasped at the sudden pain evident throughout my scalp.

After getting in and washing my hair and body carefully I heard a faint knock at the door, and confused I poked my head out of the shower to turn off the water and wrap myself in a towel. I opened the door to reveal a Stiles standing in front of me. He looked at my face and saw how much pain I was in currently and he kissed my cheek.

"How're you feeling?" He whispered and I winced as I picked out some sweats to wear.

"Okay, that's way too loud." I said as I sat down and held my head. He placed two Tylenol and a glass of water with toast on a plate onto my bedside table, me immediately taking them. I grabbed my clothes and ran into the bathroom quickly to dress and brush my hair and teeth.

Just before I picked up the toothbrush, my stomach began gurgling and I gagged briefly before running over to the toilet and vomiting. Attractive. Once I was finished, I wiped my mouth and flushed before running over and brushing my teeth greedily. I exited my room to Stiles sitting on my bed, criss-crossed, and reading my favorite book to where I left off months ago. His eyes snapped from his book to my eyes and he immediately set it down on my bedside table.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" He asked as I held my head and groaned, making him cock his head to the side and raise his eyebrows briefly. "Or at least enough to maybe eat something?" He whispered and I smiled as I laid myself down right next to him. I flopped into my pillows and mattress before turning right side up and seeing him looking back at me from the same position he was in.

"How was your night?" I asked quietly and he smiled slightly.

"Pretty crappy until I got to dance with you." He said and I nodded.

I smiled, "Good answer." He huffed a small laugh while playing with his laces.

"What do you want to ask me, Stiles?" I asked and his head shot back to mine.

"I don't want to ask you something -- what? That's -- what gave you that idea?" He stuttered and I pointed my eyebrow at him before he just nodded and finally repositioned himself to face me.

"Fair enough." I laughed and threw my pillow at him with no energy whatsoever so it only made it an inch or so past my arm.

"Tell me!" I whisper shouted at him, before immediately regretting my decision.

"Are you still mad at me about Cora?" He asked and I scrunched my eyebrows together before shaking my head as slowly as I could.

"No, not really. Drunk me is way more emotional than sober me, and I'm sure if I hadn't been drinking I really would've just punched her in the face and been done with it, but I played dirty. I'm sorry for that -- oh by the way, have you seen Allison yet?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No, Scott texted me he carried her home from here last night but that's all I know. Was there a reason you chose him?" He asked and I scrunched my eyebrows together as pure confusion took over my face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, putting my hand on top of my head that finally started feeling like the jackhammer was on low power.